Hide my sorrows, make them into tales, and tell them
Water the flowers, make them beautiful, and smell them
Write poems for children, in which there is hope, dont forget
Caress your hair, in spring, after me
After me, tell your heart every night, dont forget
Tomorrow is too late, I must die tonight
I must fall slowly like a deaf bullet
Into your broken heart, I must touch your hands for the last time
And fade away like a shooting star in the sky
But the colors, how beautiful they are.
And to see a spring flower, to kiss it on the branch
But, the wind, how beautiful it is.
How beautiful it is to fly in the sky
Float above the clouds, eyes shut
But how beautiful the hearts are, and to love
So pure like a snowflake in a winter morning
Tomorrow is too late, I must die tonight
I must fall slowly like a deaf bullet
Into your broken heart, I must touch your hands for the last time
And fade away like a shooting star in the sky
Tomorrow is too late, I must die tonight
I must fall slowly like a deaf bullet
Into your broken heart, I must touch your hands for the last time
And fade away like a shooting star in the sky
Forgive me mom
Forgive me mom
Forgive, mom...